ALAS !
An oil lamp
Wearily burns
Beside my bed
Where I lay down
My head down
My head to rest.
I see misery
On the faces
Hovering around me,
Not knowing me,
Death might strike.
I whom death
Awaits to claim
Am not afraid.
I will welcome her
With open arms.
Alas,
There are only tears to offer
In relief and
My wasted form.
An oil lamp
Wearily burns
Beside my bed
Where I lay down
My head down
My head to rest.
I see misery
On the faces
Hovering around me,
Not knowing me,
Death might strike.
I whom death
Awaits to claim
Am not afraid.
I will welcome her
With open arms.
Alas,
There are only tears to offer
In relief and
My wasted form.
